Poverty Is No Sinne. [poverty Is No

He That Lies With The Dogs, Riseth With Fleas.

Was Ever Grief Like Mine?

Take Heed Of Credit Decaid, And People That Have Nothing.

Who Would Have Thought My Shrivel'd Heart Could Have Recovered Greenness?

A Man Of Great Memory Without Learning Hath A Rock And A Spindle And No Staff To Spin.